[Intro] [crowd chanting Clapping in rhythm] [band warming up Acoustic strums alone] [crowd roar builds Feedback swells] [Verse 1] (HEY!) You hear that? That first shout hits the rafters Boot dust Still stuck to my jeans Bargain table On the back of a pickup Grain sacks Leaning like dead dreams Old boy says "Times are getting tighter" Hands me A catalog of steel "Got a deal if You can spare a little harvest" Says it soft Like it's some kind of steal [Chorus] Corn for bullets Tell me what’s the price Trading yellow rows of summer For a winter made of fire Stacking shells Where the seed bags used to be Is the field still mine If my hands ain't free? Corn for bullets What’s it gonna cost When the barn fills up with powder And the harvest’s lost? Corn for bullets Who’s paying when the smoke clears Oh? [Verse 2] Mama’s voice On the phone Line cracking "Baby Did you sell the north lot?" I laugh once But the sound tastes bitter Say "It’s just Insurance we bought" But the kids draw Tractors and tanks now In crayon On the fridge door They say "Daddy Are we safe this season?" I change hats Can’t answer anymore [Chorus] Corn for bullets Tell me what’s the price Trading yellow rows of summer For a winter made of fire Stacking shells Where the seed bags used to be Is the field still mine If my hands ain't free? Corn for bullets Who’s counting every lost acre? When the silo’s full of danger And the table’s bare Corn for bullets Who’s paying when the smoke clears Yeah? (hey!) [Bridge] [crowd humming Acoustic alone] Hands up If you ever felt cornered [crowd: "HEY!"] Hands up If you sold off your sleep [crowd: "HEY!"] I got grain dust Stuck in these fingerprints And a ledger That I can’t keep So I stand on this stage Like a witness To a deal That I can’t undo [crowd quiets] If I trade one more acre of mercy Tell me Does that Make me like you? [Chorus] [crowd clapping Big band hits] Corn for bullets Tell me what’s the price Trading yellow rows of summer For a winter made of fire Stacking shells Where the seed bags used to be Is the field still mine If my hands ain't free? Corn for bullets Sing it with me now [crowd: "WHAT'S IT GONNA COST?"] When the barn fills up with powder And the harvest’s lost Corn for bullets [crowd: "WHO'S PAYING WHEN THE SMOKE CLEARS?"] Corn for bullets [crowd: "WHO'S PAYING WHEN THE SMOKE CLEARS?"] [Outro] [band drops Just acoustic and crowd] I had corn I bought bullets At what cost? At what cost? [crowd chanting the line as guitars ring out]
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